SWEET DREAM

 

I dreamed up a Grandma

All plumpy and sweet,

Who loved to bake brownies

That I loved to eat -

She'd let me taste anything

That she was cooking

And slipped me some nickels

When no one was looking.

She'd always stick up for me

In times of trouble,

And though I just loved her

She'd love me back double -

She'd always be there for me

Asking "What's new?"

And there wasn't anything

She wouldn't do

To comfort or cheer me up

On a hard day -

To her I was perfect

In every which way.

I dreamed up this Grandma

And suddenly knew

It wasn't a dream,

Grandma dear,

It was you.

 

 

This poem is from my book
"MOONSNACKS And Assorted Nuts",

and the illustration is by the late Jean Pidgeon.